A particularly nefarious pack glared at me and I overheard one of them say, "Let's put a knife under her ribs."

I put my hand in my pocket, leaned on my cane and looked right back at them.

By the time that we all made it to the warming center, a number of the homies were totally drunk.

I assumed that they wouldn't get in. But they did.

And I honestly believe that if I hadn't made the decision to leave that place I would have been in a dangerous, physical altercation that night.

I ended up at a mission where a street friend (who works there) helped me out.

Yesterday, I took the train to a church in a suburb of Portland. The people there greeted me with open arms, literally and otherwise.

I stayed in their building that night and will do so for the time being. They feed well and have a very nice shower.

The building itself is one of those "Crystal Cathedral" types that's as big as a Wal-Mart store.

My connections with the County are aware of the situation and will deal with it. I have great faith in them.

Yes, I want to see life get better for those who really want it. But I also think that it's time to put the hammer down hard on those who will try everything that they can to prevent that from happening.

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Ruthie Rader

This blog represents 13 years of my life. This profile helps Google (which I have been connected to since 2004) introduce me to the world. I am 62 and I am still hitchhiking around the United States. I have traveled throughout Alaska, Canada and every State in the Continental U.S. I can also be found on Facebook and YouTube. I like music, photography, political voodoo, controversial issues, travel, caffeine and cheese...but not necessarily in that order.